The Boss Has Been Tricked By the Lord God Again

   Chapter 276 She is a school grass (8)

In this way, Yun Chu was once again disliked by his own little devil. He touched the bridge of his tall nose indifferently, but his appearance was still indifferent. The lollipop in his mouth had completely melted, and it was sweet but faint acid.

   The sparse and handsome young man threw away the paper stick in his palm, and his expression was still as calm as the wind, but it made people feel his emotions at the moment - he was not very happy.

   This boy is Yun Chu of menswear.

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  The twilight is gradually sinking, and the evening wind is a little cool.

  The aunt at home made dinner ahead of time, and she sat in the living room and waited without waiting for the young master. When she saw Yun Chu's return, she hurriedly got up and prepared to warm up the dishes that were already cold on the table.

   "No need, Aunt He." Yun Chu stopped her first, "I can eat it cold."

   "How can this be done." He Fen looked at Yun Chu like her own child, "Young Master's parents are not here, I should take good care of Young Master."

  He Fen has been at Yun's house for a while. The husband and wife are often away from home, and the young master is alone and has no company. She is also a mother and looks distressed.

   Yun Chu's eyes moved.

   She lowered her eyelids, a barren corner somewhere in her heart that her subconscious had avoided, was slightly affected.

   "Thank you, Aunt He."

   The girl's voice was calm, the faintly flowing feelings were surging in her blood, and the temperature slowly reached the apex of her heart.

   "Thank you, it should be." He Fen bent her eyes and smiled, turned around and went to the kitchen to warm up the dishes.

  Yunchu put down the bag in his hand and sat down at the dining table.

   She took out a candy.

   He held the candy stick with his fingertips, but he didn't peel it off for a long time, and the warm fingertips gently rubbed it.

   She is still a little uncomfortable - is this what it feels like to be cared about?

  Each interface, Xiaoxiao Mo is also very considerate, but not the same.

   she thought.

   is still different.

   She had no mother—or, never met her.

   Yun Chu didn't think about it anymore, He Fen had already heated up the dishes and put them on the dining table.

   "Master, eat it while it's hot, there's not enough rice." He Fen reminded with a smile.

   Yunchu nodded: "Okay."

   Looking at the hot food on the table, the heat and aroma are intertwined, making people unconsciously forget all the unpleasantness and relax slowly.

   This little tenderness and beauty also makes people want to treasure it carefully.

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   The next day, a middle school.

  The young man looked lazy and indifferent, and sat down slowly at the table.

   The same table cast a curious look: "Hey, are you going to focus on discipline in today's morning reading?"

  Lu Shiyi was very curious. Obviously, the President of the Student Union has so much work to do every day, how can he balance his studies and responsibilities?

   When the results came out, he was even more shocked.

   Yunchu nodded and took out a black notepad from his backpack.

   "Catch late."

   This is the work of the original owner. When Yun Chu came, what he should have done is also indispensable.

  The boy lazily walked out of the classroom, and the morning light outlined his tall and thin figure.

  The sun hit his side face, giving a vague illusion of white glow.

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   Students who are usually late will not come in through the front door swaggeringly.

   As the student council president, the original owner has long understood the habits of this group of people.

  There are some abandoned wooden boxes piled up on the wall on the side of the north gate of the school, which is regarded as another 'school gate' by many late students.

   Wherever you go every day, you can catch at least one late student.

  The original owner likes to take recitation tasks, while squatting and reciting.

   Yun Chu didn’t bring anything, she had already recited what she should memorize in advance—mainly, there was nothing to do, so she did the morning reading task the next day.

   She leaned against a camphor tree not far away, with a notepad between her fingertips, her black eyes looked indifferently in one direction.

   for a moment.

   She watched as a schoolbag fell from the sky, and then a pair of white and slender hands appeared on the high wall, the boy showed his head, and a slender straight leg rested on the wall, just about to exert force...

  The eyes of the two met in the air.

  The wind seemed to stop in an instant, and the scene was awkward for a while.

  “…”

   (end of this chapter)